Chen Ping's Sword

The Black Tortoise General nearly spat out the wine in his mouth.

At that moment, he thought the old man was just spouting nonsense because he hadn’t fully awoken.

Only now did he realize that he had become a frog in a well.

Without seeing it with his own eyes, one could never imagine, when someone operates the array and cultivates to the Fourth Realm, the "Heaven and Earth Realm".

That large army of tens of thousands has already become a world.

How could mortal power possibly compare to the power of Heaven and Earth?

Just like at this very moment.

Yan Beifei’s face was as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

The over forty thousand imperial cavalry also screamed crazily at the top of their lungs, as if in an attempt to boost their own courage and strength.

However, it was all useless.

The two cavalry forces were like tidal waves colliding head-on.

In the first wave, the Imperial Forest Brave Cavalry had already collapsed by hundreds or even thousands, as that starlight seemed to spread like an infection, spilling over like mercury, seeping into the Profound Armor Cavalry formation.

Dividing, encircling, slaying...

The 30,000 cavalry of King Ping’s Army danced with the most intricate steps, separating and merging swiftly, causing dizziness yet remaining perfectly orderly.

Clearly, it was supposed to be a confrontation between two armies charging against each other, with the Imperial Cavalry even outnumbering them by over ten thousand.

But when the real fight began, they found that King Ping’s Army always managed to fight in groups of two or three against one, then slaughter the Imperial Forest Iron Cavalry.

Amid the entanglement, dozens of the Imperial Forest Iron Cavalry would often be squeezed into one spot, unable to exert much strength, and could only helplessly watch as their comrades were picked off one by one by the enemy riders.

The two armies clashed and then charged past each other.

A dozen or so breaths later, the 30,000 cavalry turned their horses around, ready to battle again, moving as smoothly as clouds and flowing water.

During this process, some may have died, some fell off their horses.

Hundreds of cavalry fell with a crash.

However, the Imperial Forest Iron Cavalry had, in total, lost over 3,000 men and horses.

With the naked eye, it was evident that the 40,000 Imperial Army had been significantly reduced.

"Can’t fight, simply can’t fight."

The Black Tortoise General and the Cyan Dragon General, among others, had no doubt left in their minds.

They finally understood why King Ping, known to the world as the "Divine General," was so adept in using fortunes and arrays.

Even in a single clash, the Imperial Army had suffered such severe losses.

If it were their own troops, wouldn’t a single wave of attack wipe out 70-80%?

At this moment, even Fang Qingzhu no longer maintained the air of a Fairy.

Her smile danced from her eyebrows.

"I told you, in battles of formations, he is invincible."

"Yan Beifei, in all his scheming, ultimately brought his doom upon himself.

He might still think he has a powerful backup...

But he completely doesn’t understand that, in the face of Chen Ping’s overwhelming force, all his backups are nothing but catalysts for his demise."

Testing backups and foundations.

The Shenxiao Sword Sect may be strong.

However, Chen Ping had acquired the Fundamental Technique of his family’s South Sea Purple Bamboo Forest and obtained incredible opportunities from the Heaven-Reaching Tower.

Moreover, he was habitually secretive, always keeping a few cards up his sleeve.

Even Fang Qingzhu didn’t know how many cards he truly held.

"The overall situation is about to be decided."

Fang Qingzhu exhaled deeply, saying so.

...

"It’s exactly at this moment, you shouldn’t have, under any circumstances, appeared before me."

Yan Beifei’s heart pounded vigorously.

He saw an opportunity.

Although he didn’t manage to hold the Wenjiang line of defense, allowing the opponent’s army to cross the river with a sound east-wind-west strategy.

Moreover, they assembled an elite army, set up a strong array, and gained the upper hand.

After just two clashes, his Imperial Forest Iron Cavalry had already lost seven to eight thousand men, reducing by a full twenty percent.

Yet the opponent had only lost a few hundred riders, the casualty rate was completely incomparable.

But the fortunate part was, in the first bout, he didn’t suffer a real setback.

The Profound Frost Yin Thunder struck, and the opponent couldn’t entirely resist it.

Furthermore, his senior brother waited in hiding, ready to unleash his spiritual artifact at any moment.

Unless encountering someone at the Divine Martial Realm, against such tactics, there’s only death.

Now, all he needed was an opportunity to strike.

Watching the Seven Stars Dipper Grand Array swirl like a nebula closing in.

A trace of coldness flashed in Yan Beifei’s eyes; this time he wouldn’t attempt to break the array by fighting it, but would confront it head-on.

"Chen Ping, come meet your doom."

He spurred his horse into an ice-blue storm, slashing diagonally with his sword.

Rider and sword moved as one, with thunder rumbling faintly in the sky...

The sword light condensed a hundredfold.

Countless tiny Yin Thunders coalesced into a slender light chain centered on the Profound Frost Sword Blade, aimed directly at Chen Ping from above.

The extreme cold and freezing intent subtly seeped into Chen Ping’s soul and body.

Stiffening, paralyzing, trapping...

Yan Beifei’s Profound Frost Yin Thunder Swordsmanship was infinitely insidious and eerie.

Holding the destructive intent of the Thunder Technique, along with the razor-sharp opportunity of the Sword Technique.

Neither blockable nor avoidable.

It was none other than one of the Celestial Heart Five Thunders of the Shenxiao Sword Sect, the Profound Frost Yin Thunder.

This thunder belonged to a type of Profound Water Thunder Skill, adept at silently and invisibly destroying vitality.

It could annihilate an opponent from the most microscopic of levels.

Though not a method of great, glorious momentum, it’s a sophisticated and complex Daoist Thunder Technique, extremely hard to deal with.

"Just what I was waiting for."

Chen Ping bore a grin, a strange look flashed in his eyes.

Water Thunder?

Though it’s thunder, its core is still a Water Dao Skill.

Do you not know that the true dragon is most adept at controlling water?

During this time, I’ve accumulated 1893 points of Tribulation and increased my Fortune by 320, while the Dragon Essence Sword Gang transformation has surpassed 500 threads.

Approximately 30% of the True Qi and Qi and Blood within my body have been converted into the more concentrated, thrice as powerful Dragon Essence Sword Gang.

Plus, with over 600,000 jin of Unrivaled Divine Power.

Take a closer look, examine carefully.

Snap...

The golden flame on Chen Ping’s sword stung everyone’s eyes.

The two swords clashed with a subtle collision sound.

Yet the ripple didn’t scatter in all directions, but rather in a fan shape, sweeping towards the tens of thousands of Imperial cavalry under Yan Beifei.

With a scream, Yan Beifei was knocked backward, flying through the air.

Hundreds or even thousands of the Imperial Forest Brave Cavalry were swept by the ripple, exploding into blood mist.

Armors and warhorses turned into drifting smoke in the sky, with a crash, scattered all over the ground.

And the Profound Frost sword in Yan Beifei’s hand, bent to the extreme, cracked, breaking into two halves.

Along with it, his right arm and right chest bone also fractured.

Simultaneously shattering.

While frantically spitting blood, he still summoned his full cultivation, shouting vehemently in midair: "Strike."

In fact, he no longer needed to remind anyone.

As Chen Ping swung his merciless sword, delivering the Dragon Essence Sword Gang to annihilate the endless vitality within Yan Beifei...

Meanwhile, Chen Ping himself, along with his horse, was pushed back seven zhang, as tens of thousands of pores within his body erupted with azure lightning, while blood sprayed out like mist.

Moreover, under the impact of the Profound Frost Yin Thunder, his body became momentarily stiff and solidified.

The horse beneath him halted and then turned into a mass of blood vapor.

Clearly, not unscathed.

However, everyone could see that both sides, upon meeting, unleashed killing moves.

Yan Beifei was left without the strength to fight, whereas Chen Ping was only stalled temporarily.

Within the blood mist, a lustrous green vitality rippled, and his wounds began to heal rapidly.

By the looks of it, within two breaths, he would be fully healed.

Yet, the opponent apparently wasn’t going to give him even two breaths.

A sinister voice suddenly echoed from the midst of the Imperial Army.

A dazzling brilliance appeared in the sky above Chen Ping, more blinding than the morning sun, transforming in the blink of an eye into a blazing flame sun.

A disk, as large as a small mountain, crashed down.

The circumference of the disk resounded with countless thundering fire blasts.

Like a twilight sun descending, bearing down at such speed, it seemed almost unreal.

"Lock body, lock soul, none escape upon release."

Chen Ping raised his head, looking at the falling ring like the setting sun and moon, his pupils shrunk to needlepoints.

"So, that’s your trump card..."

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